Complaint About Sequels LXXVII: Maybe this sequelmania bug is in the water or something. On top of all the recycled movies and TV shows, George Foreman is galumphing around boxing rings, Joseph Heller is writing a sequel to his novel Catch-22, and author Alexandra Ripley is supposed to be working on a follow-up to Gone with the Wind. ("Wait. I misspoke myself. I do so give a damn.") Once in a while a sequel lives up to its progenitor—The Bride of Frankenstein and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade come to mind. But remember: There was no Hamlet II, in which Hamlet turns out to be immune to the poison, no Son of Moby Dick, in which a baby white whale shows up seeking vengeance; nobody has put aluminum siding on Chartres Cathedral. Quit while you're ahead. Leave well enough alone. Once bitten, twice shy. Something like that.
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